Have you felt the tickle of fur against your skin? Have you heard the Myhr purr,
Sweet nothings in your ear?
He'll sign your t-shirt for you
While talking to your bust
So try not to laugh too hard
It's only simple lust.
A tom cat is he, I hear
He'll turn your face beet red
He'll strut boldly through the throng
And gladly turn your head.
Wicked puss, he won't behave
But you can barely care,
For another purr you'd gladly rave
And sneak into his lair.
If you haven't walked the tunnels yet
Or heard that sultry purr
Have hope - you have it coming
To meet the uniquely Myhr.
Purrrr...
